Stupid as a man, say the women: cowardly as a woman, say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unwomanly.

The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills.

In revenge and in love, woman is more barbarous than man.

The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she perpetrates a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, glancing around to see whether anybody notices - and to make sure that somebody notices.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

If a woman possesses manly virtues one should run away from her; and if she does not possess them she runs away from herself.